"no wonder yingluo is like this. you should just cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough"
the voice on the phone was hoarse and weak. after coughing, the voice could barely be heard. he strained his ears and almost stuffed his head into the phone before he could hear it clearly.
After hanging up the phone, he sighed and said,"young master ya really has a way."
The young man turned around and entered the house, letting a few people prepare the weapons.
An hour later, they were still in the basement.
The rope that was tied around Rong Jia loosened a little, allowing her to stand on her feet. A man with a sharp dagger cut her neck twice, but it only cut the skin and did not hurt her arteries and respiratory tract.
